Week 24: Snow day! Snow way!

Martenitsa!

As an educator, I think we all--deep down--are curious about education systems in other countries. What resources do they have? Subjects? How many students? What is the appropriate attire? But, beneath these lingering questions, there is one question we're afraid to ask: how does a school decide to close??? Well, folks, I have an answer!!

Galabovo City Center

For those who read my blog about Georgia, you would've discovered that Georgians close school when it's at least -40 (luckily it's the same in Celsius and Fahrenheit) regardless of snowfall. You would have to strap up the huskies, and sled across the mountains--5 kms uphill both ways of course.

Now, Bulgaria's a bit different. In January, I discovered the wonders of a 'Flu holiday.' Due to Bulgarian law, if there are less than 30% of students present in the schools within the province, schools must close. As i'm sure you can guess, this 30% of the student body finds themselves in a dilemma: should I feign sickness in order to skip school and possibly close school for several days or should I go to school like the responsible young adult I am? I have never seen such large displays of collective youth movement or, rather, the lack thereof, in my life! Admittedly, some students were sick, but, others? Hmmmm!

Anyways, "the Beast of the East" struck Europe and I found myself underneath several inches of snow with some chilly temps this past week. Do I think we could have went to school? The hardy Midwesterner within me says, 'yes!' but, alas, the roads leading to the villages were snowed in making travel difficult! So these past few days (I had school only on Monday), I found myself prepping my students for the BEST competition (more on that in a future post) next week, lesson planning, and celebrating Baba Marta! What is Baba Marta you ask? Scroll down for more!!

I'm honestly unsure of the origins of Baba Marta (literally translating as Grandmother March), but the idea is that the first of March is the beginning of spring. So peeps buy red and white bracelets symbolizing 'Pijo' and 'Penda' which bring good fortune and give them to friends, family, and loved ones for good health! When you see a tree bloom, peeps then hang their Martenitsa (bracelet) on that tree!

Unfortunately, I didn't have school for this particular day, but, that didn't stop some of my favorite townspeople from giving me some Martenitsa! Of course, lunch at Darina's (my mentor teacher) with her life-changing musaka and orange zest brownies just made everything so much better!

Darina's World Famous Musaka (Right)

Some of the brownies had a flu holiday . . . in my stomach

On a final note, the past few weeks have been great! The Sofia BEST competition was 2 weeks ago and the Bulgarian Creative writing competition was last week, both of which I had the pleasure of judging! The creativity these students have in ANOTHER language in both spoken and written word is absolutely incredible! As for class, I had a really successful lesson with directions! Nothing is more fun than blindfolding your students and having them go through a labyrinth of chairs and desks while 2 competing teams give them conflicting directions :D Of course, the chicken kebabs at cooking club were a huge hit, too! See you next time and честита баба марта! Happy 1st of March!

Confusion!

More confusion

Seasoned in olive oil and smattering of seasoning!

Grill Master Martin

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“Само в Америка„

Today seemed like a normal day. I got up; fried my 2 eggs; placed them delicately on a bed of lutenitsa, peppers, and cucumbers; eventually took a shower and got dressed; and went on my merry way. My commute (40 minutes) consisted of soaking up the sun's rays while enjoying the cool breeze. When I arrived at school, I discovered--to my surprise--that I accidentally arrived an entire period early so I retired to the 'uchitelska stay', otherwise known as the teacher's lounge, for some casual conversation.

After settling myself in, 1 of my favorite colleagues strolled in. Seeing me, he bombarded me with questions. Out of the mouthful of consonants, I easily discerned "sedemnaicet". Seventeen.
News travels fast.

I'm unsure when I received the news about Parkland. I remember the BBC notification, the sigh within me, and little else.

Our conversation continued. My fellow colleagues leaned further in. I pulled out my best Bulgarian explaining what I heard picking up important words along the way. 'Pistolet' means gun for example. My colleagues kept shaking--or rather nodding as Bulgarians do--in disapproval. "лош е," they kept saying; "It's bad." I couldn't have agreed more.

The bell rang and I shuffled away to class where I was met with the usual high energy of 16 year olds. On Thursdays, I have 10A and 10B: 2 of my favorite classes! Looking at the sea of smiles, I can't imagine something happening to them. Moreover, I can't believe that educators now have to consider these things.

10B ended in slight disappointment. Team 2 was in the middle of guessing 'elbow' before the bell rang. We will never now who won Team Connect Four.

I returned to the teacher's room to find another one of my colleagues sitting there. A rather opinionated gentleman with a penchant for Putin, he looked up from his newspaper and asked "эащо?" "Why?" A rather forward question. He had missed my earlier lecture about gun culture in the US. I was prepared to go into the details of what I described as the 'vtora constituciya' which more than likely translates as the 'second constitution' that is if 'constituciya' is even a cognate. The words were about to flow when he interrupted, "Само в Америка." "Only in America," he retorted and nodded in disdain. I wanted to shake him and agree with my colleague, a rather strange feeling.

My walk back home was a lot slower than the stroll to school. I pondered my many responses realizing, alas, the time had passed. But I also thought about something else: how strange the concept of school shootings really is to those outside of the US.

One of the most common statements I hear from foreigners: "The US must be so dangerous with everyone owning a gun." I usually chuckle about this statement: the irony of Americans feeling the same sentiments--"Oh, X country is so dangerous!"--towards the world; the irony that my education in the US was significantly statistically riskier than my classroom in Bulgaria; the irony that my elementary school-aged sisters are more in harms way than I is not lost on me.

Unfortunately, I don't have a solution, but, if my time abroad has taught me anything, it's that Americans need to do some soul searching; the US is a statistical outlier in an ugly way.

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Week 19: Cookery & Kukeri

Because my time in Bulgaria just couldn't get any more interesting, I had the pleasure of attending Surva, an international masquerade festival in Pernik, which featured 'Kukeri', an assortment of costumed individuals carrying large bells around their waist. The idea is that the Kukeri come together in their masks, and costumes to scare off the evil spirits! To much dismay, they couldn't scare me away (ha ha ha ;))

Anyways, the tradition is particular to the Balkans, but there were teams participating from all around the world. During the festival, groups would come forth and perform for a short time, and circle back around in a continuous parade. Watching the performers going around nonstop was exhausting in its own right! Some of the first Kukeri included dancers surrounding chained spirits (portrayed above right as monsters or animals which were often led by an old woman) and, as in many ceremonies in Bulgaria, there was a priest blessing the passerbyers. The event was quite a spectacle and being surrounded by 20 other ETAs just made it better! Of course, we can't forget about 'Horo', the traditional Bulgarian group dance which Anna Kate, Hannah, and I killed as pictured in minute 1:19 of Balkan Insight's delightful coverage below. Thanks to everyone for an awesome weekend :D

The link for the Balkan Insight's video is here! You need to log into Facebook unfortunately to access it. I'll see if I can find it sans FB. My own video will have to do in the meantime!

Balkan insights also took way better pics than I here which can also be found here: Pictures!

In other news, the semester will end/ended (depending on when you're reading this) February 2nd, and I spent the last week COOKING up something real SAUCY in the classroom. Based off the 'Marshmallow Challenge', I decided to demonstrate the concepts of superlatives and comparatives in an unusual fashion. Using 10 pieces of spaghetti, 5 pieces of paper, 4 paper clips, and 1 sticky note, I had students--in groups of 4--build the tallest tower imaginable which could hold 1 Lev: the equivalent of a US quarter. They had 15 minutes, and the results were incredible. Here are some pics!

Overall, I was super proud! Students were enthralled and the towers were impressive. If you're a fellow educator, I highly encourage you to try something like this. Engineering might not seem compatible with English, but the skills--critical thinking, teamwork, and creativity--are born from these projects! Great work PGEE and Hristo Botev students!

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Week 16: I want a hippopotamus (and a Turkish visa) for Christmas!

Christmas Tree - Skenderbej Square - Tirana, Albania

For those who don't know, most Orthodox Christian nations celebrate Christmas on January 7th, but, with joy and what surprise when I opened up my calendar to find Bulgaria's Christmas on December 25th.  My pre-winter break festivities included attending Galabovo's finest Christmas concert with small children singing Mariah Carey's classics and 'Vesela Koleda!' or 'Merry Christmas!' ringing throughout town. Of course, the lights were hung on the trees with care in hopes that 'Diado Koleda' or 'Father Christmas' would soon be there. Lucky for me, my lovely mentor teacher, Darina, knitted me a fine green scarf (pics coming soon) so it was a holly, jolly time. Aside from forcing my students to sing along with me to 'I want a hippopotamus for Christmas' in class *evil laughter* and attending Fulbright's Christmas party in Sofia, my holiday was spent abroad!

Small children dancing, 'Horo' Bulgaria's national dance

Macedonia:

My journey began in Skopje, the capital of Macedonia, where I spent 2 days perusing the old bazaar, questioning historical statements in the Museum of the Macedonian Struggle, being told I speak excellent 'Makedonski' (Bulgarian and Macedonian are mutually intelligible), and ranking my favorite statues (Macedonia has an alarming amount of statues). The views from the old fortress were most pleasant, but I can't wait to see other parts of the country at some point and time!

Old Fortress

Old town Skopje

SO MANY STATUES

City Center

Kosovo:

I literally spent 24 hours here (and stayed overnight), and I thought my time was most sufficient. I started my journey off early in the AM to Prishtina, the capital, where I spent a mere 2 hours and walked around. As anticipated, the museums were closed on a Sunday so the bulk of my time was spent gawking at the unusual architecture, the Bill Clinton statue, and the NATO themed decor. After, I hoped off the bus at Pr-iz-ren with a dream and a cardigan . . . (please laugh), and I savored the afternoon/evening in Kosovo's most beautiful city. Prizren is particular picturesque with the fortress above the old bazaar and the snow-capped mountains in the distance. Being Christmas eve, I had the pleasure of playing 'Christmas Song' pictionary and charades with Peace Corps Kosovo. I'd like to see you draw 'Winter Wonderland' in under a minute!

As seen in Pristina

Bill Clinton statue (bottom) with portrait above!

Prizren Castle and old city

Looking away from the castle

Albania:

I LOVED ALBANIA! I was touristing here for about 3 days, and I had the pleasure of first visiting Kruja, a small mountain town north of Tirana, which had a beautiful fortress/old city christening the hills (I kinda like castles fyi). Tirana was equally as interesting with Bunkart, Enver Hodja's--Albania's former Communist leader--underground enclave turned into a history museum. I had the pleasure (?) of experiencing a chemical attack reenactment and an escape into Greece through gunfire and barbed wire! Needless to say, Bunkart is a serious sensory thrill. Of course, it wouldn't have been a real gem without going to the national museum and visiting an Albanian prison cell *shrugs shoulders*. Lira, a friend of a friend turned tour guide, tourist, and new bestie, and I finally relaxed in the Christmas market with a much needed cup of mulled wine after that emotional roller coaster. Despite the excitement, I found Albania to be a most interesting place!

Skenderbej (Albanian national hero) Museum in Kruja castle

Bunkart exhibit featuring the dangers of a chemical attack

Pics of thousands of bunkers across Albania

The Pyramid - Enver Hodja's meeting place

Lira and I! Christmas market - Skenderbej Square - Tirana

National Museum - Tirana

Turkey:

The burning question: How did Keegan get into Turkey despite the visa? Buckle up, buttercup, because it's a long story. A few weeks ago, I messaged Turkey's Ministry of Foreign Affairs inquiring how to acquire a visa as an American. They let me know that I needed a residency permit in a country that isn't the US to actually enter. I asked if my registration card and work visa in Bulgaria would be proof; they said this was sufficient. That email correspondence was my golden ticket. Fast forward to Tirana's Albania airport. It's 3 AM and I'm slightly drowsy, and a little disjointed after attempting to speak Italian to the taxi driver (I don't speak Italian but most Albanians above 55 assumed I did).  I go to the check-in counter with my email in hand and explain the situation. What I was hoping would be a 2 min interaction nearly lasted an hour. The lovely lady working the front desk had to call Sabiha Gokcen airport in Istanbul to see if they would accept me and, furthermore, she had to ask her supervisor if I could board the plane. With 20 mins before take off, I was given the all-clear and I hustled through security! Now, I'm in istanbul's Sabiha Gokcen airport and it's judgement day! I go to the visa desk and 1 of the airport staff intercept me and tell me I should go to passport control. While in line for passport control, I have this feeling I should go to the visa booth because I actually don't have a visa, right? So I go back, and homeboy is playing defense! He intercepts me again and then talks to some other official who tells me I can't enter! I nod, wait for them to leave, and, slide into the passport control. After all, these are airport staff and NOT border control officers. After a nervous hour to check in, i'm greeted by the wide-eyed young woman at passport control who immediately calls her supervisor. In the meantime, I'm speaking my *finest* Turkish and just being cool as a cucumber. The hulking 1000 foot/meter supervisor weighing no less than 3000 pounds/kilos escorts me to his office/interrogation room to discuss my situation. Again, i'm saying my niceties in Turkish and he just keeps nodding. Every few minutes, he'd ask a question, "Do you understand the political situation?" or "What is your purpose here?" As the questioning goes on, his fellow officer friends join and we're chatting up and things become a little less tense. After a half an hour, he looks at me and says something along the lines of. "I shouldn't accept your paperwork, but you know Turkish and this country, and it would be a shame to keep you out of Turkey." He nods to his colleague who escorts me to the visa booth, gives me a visa stamp, and sends me to passport control. There, I meet the same young woman who blurts out, "Ne soyledin??!?" which translates as ,"What did you say?" She calls her supervisor again, but this time, she shrugs her shoulders, stamps my passport, and I'm in. I did have a nervous encounter after passing through baggage claim because the police stopped me and asked for identification, but it was a random check. I spent the rest of the day savoring lahmacun, and visiting my favorite sites. My takeaway message: I would NOT recommend visiting until the visa ban is up or you receive a visa at a consulate. I was very fortunate with my circumstances, and, had I not had my boarding pass for Tbilisi the same day, my situation could be a bit different!

Galata Tower in the back!

Market Stall

Lahmacun!

Georgia:

Onwards to Georgia, I surprised my lovely host brother, Givi, for his 17th birthday and enjoyed New Year's there! I forgot how much I loved that country, (and Bebia's Khacapuri!). It was a short, but wholesome trip. I flew back to Turkey January 1st, and took the bus back to Bulgaria!

Georgia with the host fam!

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Week 12: Stranger Things

If you came here looking for a Stranger Things review or some other sort of fan fiction, I will have to apologize and tell you that you've come to the wrong place! BUT NEVER FEAR! My past few weeks have been full of stranger (and COOLER) things . . .

1. The Holiday Police

(Pictured Right) Confusion (Pictured Left) even more confusion

I was walking home from school one day, minding my own business, when I happened upon a gaggle of my primary school students heading towards the culture center. After a brief conversation with my teaching colleagues, I deduced that there was some sort of event going on. However, I could not successfully comprehend "Praznik Policia" which literally translates as "Holiday Police". Regardless, I went in because an event with the police must have some semblance of normality, right?

Anyways, we all watched this fascinating presentation about internet safety, a nice performance from local dancers (because, in Bulgaria, even something as important as an internet safety powerpoint requires a little fanfare), and, finally, the "Praznik Policia". I wasn't exactly sure what was happening, but these men in historical uniforms came trotting out and showed off their weaponry. Quite a sight. The meeting was finally adjourned, and we all headed outside for peace and quiet . . .
AU CONTRARE! The police surrounded the building with their vehicles, blared their sirens, and brought out the hounds! It was a sensory overload I hadn't felt since eating cinnamon-flavored gum. The children were delighted (as were the officers), and the spectators (including myself) were a little terrified.

Amid the madness, I found a gun in my hands and a group of middle aged reenactors around me. Funny how life works. To this day, I'm not totally sure who they are, but, from my understanding, they are kind of like war reenactors. They were certainly interesting, anyways!

2. The day I joined an Esperanto Club

Me and the ladies

This story is probably of one of the least expected events from my time (or my life!) in Bulgaria.

One of my colleagues had invited me for coffee with some of her friends, and I just couldn't say no. So I went, chatted, gossiped, etc. and I was, henceforth, sworn in as an honorary member of this group of older ladies. However, one of my newest (or oldest depending on how you look at it...) friends invited me to a birthday party on Friday night. Now, I can't say Galabovo (pop. 7,000) has a bumping nightlife, but, clearly, this party was the event of the century. I accepted the invite, donned my finest wears, readied the horses, and trotted off into the night.

Upon arrival, I discovered that this said party was for Pepa's (the youngest member of the Esperanto Club) 60th birthday. What a treat! Of course, the other treat was happening upon an Esperanto Club. Apparently, Galabovo's Esperanto Club has been around for over 40 years and they regularly meet to practice the language. Furthermore, I discovered that I can comprehend a lot of Esperanto! The language was created in order to create a global mother tongue for all to easily acquire fluency. However, Esperanto is more than just a language; the concept of global cooperation is at the forefront of the culture! With the amount of food and rakija (Bulgarian liquor) flowing, I certainly felt it!

Now, I find myself a regularly attendee when I can. They even game me a textbook and reading material. It's been a trip!

Mi lernas Esperanto; mi estas Esperantisto!

The Esperanto Club's school room is a delight!

3. I spent Thanksgiving at a Coal Power Plant

2 weeks ago, I had the pleasure of going to Galabovo's 2 main attractions: Contour Global (my corporate sponsor), and AES coal power plants with my students.

At Maritsa Izstok 3 (Contour Global's power plant), we had a lovely presentation about the process of creating electricity followed by a brief go-around to the control room. We passed near the turbines and I definitely could feel the heat!

AES was very similar with all of the gadgets and gismos. Overall, I would highly recommend checking out the process of creating electricity!

Halloween was a little late this year.... 

4. The Key

Because Galabovo is not strange enough, another interesting attraction happens to be a giant key outside of one of the hotel's in town. It's been advertised as the largest in the world at around 7.3 meters. Whether or not that's true, I digress! What's important is that it's here! I had some friends come over for Thanksgiving and they had to 'touch the key to unlock your dreams'. I kid you not; that's what the plaque says.

"The key to friendship is with a literal key" ~ John Locke (Hahahaha)

5. The Nod

In Bulgaria, they actually indicate a negative affirmation by moving their head up and down while a positive reaction is a shake of the head from left to right. Essentially, Bulgarians' "nod" and "shaking of their head" is the opposite to American gestures which can lead to a little confusion. One time, I asked the bus driver if he was stopping at the bus station. He shook his head 'no' so I got off. Here to find out, he actually was saying 'Yes'. Luckily, I wasn't too far from where I needed to be #Blessed.

Alas, you Stranger Things's fans might be disappointed. No one disappeared, and there wasn't any drama. But the quirks of Bulgaria are kinda like a multidimensional monster; you never know when culture shock is gonna get ya!! AHH! Only joking! Mi amas Bulgaria! Danko!

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Week 7: Lock and Keegan

Jingle. Tries. Fiddles. Not that one. Jingle, again. Maybe this one? Struggle. Definitely not that one. Tries another. Nope, not that one either. The last one. It must be. Aha! It works!

Every day, I come home to the same struggle of figuring out which one of my four keys unlock the the pearly gate zealously guarding my Italian villa. I stand there with a certain degree of patience meticulously going through every key before it 'clicks'. But, on one day, as I continued doing the same ritual, I stood there and laughed. I couldn't help it. The raucous rose from my throat like a stampede of elephants. I wasn't laughing because of something particularly humorous or the fact that I should know by now that the largest key opens the gate (I figured that out week 2). No, for me, it 'clicked'. 

Lately, my life has been like a set of keys, particularly teaching. Teaching is like having 1,000 keys for 23 different locks, and, somehow, you have to unlock those locks and, miraculously, all at once! My life was/is/has become/will always be the master key; the unsung messiah trying to bless all my students the gift of English. If only it was easy as turning your water cup into the wine glass. 

As all my fellow educators can relate, you can comb through every lesson plan only to have everything become a catastrophe on game day. In one particular class, it seemed that way. My multilevel class became a multilevel disaster, but, by the following lesson, something happened; students began forming sentences and even had a conversation! How much can I attribute to me waving my magical key (read: student centered games)? I don't know! But progress is just that: progress.

As for my language learning, that's an even funnier story. For a little context, Bulgarian is a Slavic language that, like Russian, uses the Cyrillic alphabet; ipso facto, it's phonetic! Yay! Unfortunately, Bulgarian has gendered nouns (masculine, feminine, and neuter) and I seem to be utterly incapable of assigning the correct definite article to each noun despite my weekly lessons. Now, you're probably still looking for the funny part, right? Well, this past fall break I visited Serbia, and Bosnia & Hercegovina. These particular countries speak BCS (Bosnian, Croatian, and Serbian) or Serbo-Croat or Bosnian or Serbian or Croatian or whatever you want to call them because language politics is too complicated for a single blog post, but what you need to know is that they speak the same language! Anyways, BCS happens to be a relative of Bulgarian. Now, to revisit the key analogy, sometimes we all have doors in our lives that can be unlocked, but it must be forced. Maybe you have to push the door in, or turn a key a certain way. There is certain amount of effort--excruciating or otherwise--but the door still opens. And that is exactly what happened. Here is a snapshot of a conversation (translated from Bulgarian) with Serbians and Bosnians alike.

Hello.
Hello.
I want one borek (delicious pastry).
What?
I would like one borek.
Ah! Yes.
*says something* or cheese?
Uhhh Cheese.
What?
Cheese.
Oh! Cheese!
Sorry, I dont know BCS, I know Bulgarian.
Oh, it's no problem. I don't understand Bulgarian. I know BCS.
Goodbye
Goodbye

The frequencies of these conversations is slightly alarming. I didn't really understand people, but, despite speaking different languages we managed!

Now to drop the analogies, and get to the fun part! Here are some pictures of my trip! I spent 4 days in Serbia (3 in Belgrade, 1 in Novi Sad), and another 4 days in Bosnia & Hercegovina (3 days in Sarajevo and 1 in Mostar). As most people may know, these 2 particular countries--or, rather, peoples-- are well known for the Bosnian war from 1992 to 1995. I will not get into details, but it's clear to this day the damage inflicted and the difficulties of reconciliation (or lack thereof). I loved my time in both places, and met some incredibly friendly folks. Needless to say, I can't wait to go back! In the meantime, I encourage everyone to visit and look into the history of the region from the Ottomans, Austro-Hungarians, Yugoslavia, the 1984 Olympic games in Sarajevo, Srebenica, NATO, and beyond!

Serbia

Kalemeydan, an Otttoman fortress in Belgrade

Looking a little pensive since the other tourist didn't actually tell me when he was taking the photo

Saint Saba's Serbian Orthodox Church! Belgrade!

Due to construction, the church was unfinished, but this was the crypt!

Drawing of Yugoslavia in the Museum of Yugoslavia - Belgrade

Grave of Tito, former leader of Yugoslavia

St. Marks Cathedral - Belgrade

Belgrade is known for being a hip city with a swanky art scene

Serbian breakfast featuring many varieties of salami!

Fortress in Novi Sad! 

City center - Novi Sad

In general, Novi Sad was very picturesque!

City Square - Novi Sad

Synagogue - Novi Sad

Bosnia & Hercegovina

Sarajevo!

Old city Sarajevo

BOREK!

Bosnian coffee (like Turkish coffee) and Baklava! 

'Stari Most' which literally means 'Old Bridge'! Mostar!

Old town Mostar featuring unsuspecting tourists

Mosque in Mostar!

Tunnel of Hope - Sarajevo

My favorite part of Sarajevo! The abandoned 1984 Olympic bobsled track!

Ready for my next olympics #Luge

Fulbright Bulgaria meets Fulbright Bosnia! I had the chance of meeting Valerie, an ETA in Sarajevo, and her son!

Like many parts of the country, you can still see bullet holes/shrapnel  and other damage from the war! This is the Jewish Cemetery in Sarajevo!

Sunset over Sarajevo

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